roadtrip into southern gothic ☟

you're in an old rusty ford, driving through louisiana. willow trees with moss curtains sit idle in front of decrepit plantations still majestic in their rot, shadows dancing as if they're alive. and something witchy in the air, something you can't quite explain, but it's so electric you're nostalgic for a place you've never been. a delicious darkness settles over you like a blanket. you are suddenly dangerous, powerful.

☼ welcome home, enjoy ☽

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